I stood outside her door until I could hear the shower being turned on, waited 30 seconds to let her undress and then heard the en-suite door close too, I gave it another 30 seconds for the shower door to close and then went in.
She told me she was going to wash her hair and sit in the steam so I knew she was going to take her time. She was worn out from the workout, she was sweaty and her underwear was going to be soaked. The bedroom door was unlocked, she didn't expect me to come in while she showered and she had no idea of my perverted ritual. Her leggings and t-shirt were in a pile on the floor, her sports bra and pink underwear messily thrown on top. Jackpot.
Kneeling down on the thick, fluffy carpet I had my back to her en-suite and faced the door I had entered through. I untangled her delicate thong and opened it out in front of me, holding it up to the light I could see the discoloured moist patches as I brought it to my face to inhale. The musky smell of sweat flooded my senses; I breathed it in greedily and gave it a little lick, delicious. Pulling it away from my face again I looked at the inside, I brought my tongue towards the smudge of white fluid spread on the lining so I could taste her juice. The door in front of me to the landing opened.
'What the fuck are you doing!?' my brother in law gasped.
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2 weeks earlier
'It's in four weeks so I have plenty of time to get in shape, besides I've done it before so it cant be that hard.' Val was ever the optimist in her own physical capabilities but the last time she had climbed Mt Snowdon was when she was in her 20's. She was turning 50 now.
'Mom you'll definitely need to train for it, and it will be harder than before for sure' my wife, Katrina, ever the realist bringing Val down to earth.
'Four weeks isn't a long time really.' I added.
'Oh shut up you two, I know that, you think I'm going in unprepared, I'm climbing a mountain for gods sake' she sat back defiantly at her kitchen table.
As her 50th birthday approached Val started to become more aware of her age. She had been extremely active her whole life but a persistent back problem slowed her down as she hit her mid 40's. As a challenge to herself she wanted to re-climb Mt Snowdon in Wales once she turned 50. It's no Everest but is still a difficult physical challenge for anyone at the age of 50 with a back issue.
'I turn 30 a few months after you Val, how about I do it too?' I joked.
'No Tony! I'm doing it alone' Val snapped, after being with her daughter for nearly 15 years she still couldn't tell when I was messing with her.
'What did dad say?' Kat grinned at me.
'Supportive as ever, he even suggested I get a personal trainer if I need it, or ask you Tony.'
'Me?' I asked confused. In honesty I knew the reason straight away, I had injured my knee playing football and had had a physiotherapist for the last six months giving me one to one rehab. He helped me strengthen both of my legs, especially around the knee joint; to stop the same injury happening again and my legs were like tree trunks now.
'Yes well you know all the exercises already from your trainer so you can just show me the same ones and I can take it from there. I've already got my own membership at the gym and I can add you as a guest.' Val already had it all planned out it seemed. 'I was thinking about three times a week for the next two weeks? Once you've shown me you don't need to keep coming with me.
'Yeah sure I can do that' Val's assertive planning meant I couldn't say no, and besides I was helping my mother in law through a difficult time in her life.
'Aww aren't you a sweetie' Kat teased 'When are you two starting then?'
'Monday good for you?' It wasn't a question from Val, I could tell from her tone.
'Yeah fine with me.' at least it gave me the weekend to work out the schedule for the next fortnight.
The doorbell rang and Val went to answer it. 'It wont be that hard to be honest.' I whispered to Kat. 'I'll just use the same routine and shift the weight around a bit, your mum's a natural athlete right? She should be able to get up to speed pretty quickly.'
Val was the type of person who tried her hand at every sport that came her way growing up and religiously went to the gym to run and lift weights until she got injured at 44. Since then she stuck to lower impact exercises like yoga, pilates and body weight routines. The change in activity along with her age meant she put on more weight and was a couple sizes bigger in her clothes, Kat told me this got her down even though she looked great.
At 5'5 with olive brown skin Val was a beautiful woman, she wasn't slim and had a curvy build, large C cup, maybe close to D cup breasts, slender legs with toned muscles and a little bit of belly fat around her midriff. Her bum was probably a little flat compared to the rest of her body but she was still stunning. She had full lips with a wide smile, and when she laughed her eyes had a mischievous fire in them. Her big smile, high cheekbones and shapely chin gave her the look of a tanned Angelina Jolie.
I had always had a bit of a crush on her since Kat and I were going out when we were teenagers. The first time I met Mrs Peters I was a horny 16 year old trying to hook up with her daughter. When she told me to call her Val and smiled that fierce smile I felt my teenage cock twinge and I was hooked. When I would go round for dinner or trips to the beach I would try and catch glimpses of her cleavage and secretly wish the wind would blow up her summer dresses to reveal her body underneath. Of course nothing ever happened, this was 14 years ago and Kat and I were now happily married with a very active sex life.
Now that Val wanted me to help with her fitness plan I did start to think of how I could use this to my advantage.
A few seconds later familiar voices could be heard walking down the hall to the kitchen.
'You have your own keys, just let yourselves in.' Val scolded. It was Kat's sister Becky and her husband Kevin.
